Fence

It Runs In The Family

Hello everyone! A new story!! What?!?!

Yes I have decided to come out with the story I have been writing on for so many weeks now. I dearly hope you like it, cause the idea is all my own and I am so proud it!

Good reading and please! Tell me what you think!
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The sounds of metal clinging together was one of the most beautiful sounds in the world. According to Emma Swan that is. Her love for fencing had begun in her early years when she watched her father competing and winning competitions. As her father many times said; it's in her blood. She was born to fence and she loved it.

"On your toes Emma", her trainer's voice rung through her ears as she stood in front of her opponent. But her trainer wasn't just any trainer. It was none other than her father.

She took a step forward letting her and her opponent's swords meet and Emma smirked under her mask. She moved her sword again, letting her opponent follow through, their swords meeting once again, but Emma was quick and rounded her sword surprising her opponent and before she knew it, she won the fight.

"Alright ladies. That's it for today. Nice job Emma", David said and the two girls took off their helmets, smiling at each other.

"Nice move Swan", Ruby said and Emma smiled at her best friend.

"Thanks Rubes. My dad taught me", she said turning to her father and David gave a proud smile. Emma smiled back before walking over to her stuff on the bench, packing her sword and helmet.

"Seven thirty at my place?", Ruby asked and Emma smiled nodding.

"Yep. But please be ready on time. You know I hate to wait"

Ruby laughed and nodded. "Of course Swan. See ya later", she said and hugged the blonde before taking her bag and running out of the hall. Emma sighed and backed the rest of her stuff before turning to her father.

"Ready to go?", he asked her and Emma nodded taking her bag and father and daughter left the building.
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"So how did the training go?", Mary Margaret, Emma's mother, asked and the girl turned to her father with a smile.

"It went well. I won my fights and did some tricks", she said and Mary Margaret smirked turning to her husband.

"Oh. And those tricks wouldn't come from a certain trainer would they?"

Emma shrugged with a smirk and the whole family laughed at the answer. Suddenly they heard the front door open and loud footsteps were heard.

"He's home late", David commented turning to his wife and Mary Margaret frowned just as deep. Emma smiled at the thought of her brother and turned to see said brother walking inside the kitchen.

"Hey everyone", he greeted them, kissing his mother's cheek and fist bumped his father. He sat down next to his sister and bumped her shoulder. "Hey sis. How was training?"

If there was someone Emma really looked up to, it was her older brother. He was a fencer himself and a two times world champion, right in their father's footsteps. Emma knew from the moment she started fencing that she wanted to be like her brother. Her was her idol.

"It went great. I did some of dad's tricks" she said with pride and her brother smiled.

"Nice. You go sis"

Emma smiled and turned to her father who smiled as well. A clearing throat brought the attention and they all turned to Mary Margaret. "So Emmett, why are you home so late?", she asked and Emmett smiled at her.